Best I Ever Had

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Aaron Sorkin and the other people at NBC. And the song is not mine either.

This story goes along with I’ll be and it’s sequel Show me the meaning of being lonely. It starts two months after Show me the meaning of being lonely lets off.

Best I ever had

By Mer

Part 1

It had been a little over two months since my accident. I had received some head trauma, which caused me to have double vision and severe headaches for a week or so. My back injury could’ve been a lot worse; I guess the truck just narrowly missed my spinal cord. Unfortunately, I still had major muscle damage. As a result, I had lost most of my lower body strength. I wasn’t able to walk or stand for long periods of time, though my physical therapist assured me it would eventually come back.

Unlike, last time when I couldn’t work this time they practically begged me to as soon as my double vision went away. So I worked from my hospital bed via laptop and cell phone. And unlike last time, Donna was not at my side. In fact she hadn’t even been to see me. My phone calls and e-mails to her went unreturned. Mrs. Bartlet told me that Donna was still in shock due to what she had said during our fight. She confessed that Donna might never get over it.

Yet here I was working on the house that I had bought for Donna. With me in the hospital, everyone else felt it was their duty to do a majority of the work. I was kind of grateful for that. But they would kill me if they saw me painting the nursery right now. Sure, I was allowed to work, but everyone knew what my limitations were and they weren’t afraid to let me know about it. And to illustrate my point, I heard C.J. walking down the hallway.

“Joshua, just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” C.J. asked as she saw me painting.

“Painting a wall?” I replied knowing that she would be angry about my reply.

“Didn’t your doctor say that you need to be limiting your standing? Sit down right now.” She stated

“He said that…” I protested.

“Sit down Josh.” C.J. commanded in a voice I knew better than to disagree with.

I did what I was told and I sat down in a chair I had purposely brought in the room. I mainly got around in a wheel chair but I wanted to walk a little so I had used my crutches. I had brought a chair in there as well because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand for long. The chair was for when I took my breaks.

“What are you trying to do? And don’t say paint a wall because I can see that.” C.J. asked sarcastically.

“I have nothing better to do.” I replied honestly.

“Josh, it’s Saturday afternoon there is a lot you can do. I mean how many Saturday’s do we get off?” C.J. asked.

“Actually, we worked this morning so I…” I replied in a smart-alec voice.

“I meant…oh never mind. You are impossible sometimes. I don’t know how Donna puts up with you.” C.J. said as she threw her hands up in disgust.

My face fell. Donna hadn’t been putting up with me and C.J. knew that. Her face turned a ghostly white once she realized what she said.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She said softly.

“I know.” I replied slowly, looking down to avoid the look of pity in her eyes.

“Why don’t you just go home? Sam, Toby, and I had planned on painting in here today. We’ve got it covered.” C.J. stated gently.

“Go home, that’s funny C.J. Let me see should I go back to the apartment that barely has anything in it because I was getting ready to sell it? Or should I go back to the apartment in which I doubt I’m welcome?” I snapped, but I instantly regretted the harshness of my voice.

“And taking it out on me is going to solve all your problems? Didn’t you see how much that helped last time?” C.J. replied in an equally harsh tone.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. And this isn’t like the last time.” I apologized.

“Josh have you been getting help with this?” C.J. asked as concern replaced the harshness.

“There’s a plus side to needing physical therapy, you can schedule actual therapy sessions and nobody notices.” I replied with a little smile.

“So you have talked to someone?” C.J. asked.

“Yeah the doctor that Stanley referred me too. I’ve only had to meet with him a couple of times since Christmas.” I stated.

“Is it helping?” C.J. asked in an accusing tone.

“I thought it was, but I guess not.” I replied getting annoyed with her accusations.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant that you’ve had a lot to deal with in a short amount of time. You scared us last time and you said you were okay then.” C.J. explained.

“I know I did. I’m sorry for that but I thought I could handle it on my own. I realize now that I was wrong. I got preventive help this time.” I replied.

“Preventive help, maybe I should use that if it ever comes up in a press conference or something.” C.J. stated.

“Okay what is your problem? What exactly have I done to anger you today?” I asked trying to figure out what was wrong.

“You’ve only been out of the hospital for less than a week. Your supposed to be trying to get your strength back not trying to kill yourself.” C.J. commented.

“This is so different than last time.” I said but from the look on her face she didn’t care.

I got up and I kind of hobbled over to the window. The ledge was big enough to have a window seat and I had been contemplating putting in. I sat down and I kept my back to C.J. I looked outside and saw the spring was in full bloom. Spring was supposed to bring about hope.

“Josh, why are you doing this to yourself?” C.J. asked.

“Because I love her. I love her with all of my heart. I know that she is upset right now because she thinks I can’t forgive her for what she said that day. I was hurt yes, but I knew she didn’t mean it.” I replied.

“But Josh she has pushed you out of her life and while she is carrying your child no less.” C.J. stated.

“As much as I would like the baby to be mine…” I began.

“What are you saying? Josh?” C.J. asked in a shocked voice.

“I’m saying that the baby isn’t mine. I wish I was the father.” I repeated softly.

“How can you even say that?” C.J. asked tugging on my shoulder and pulling me around to face her.

“I’ll give you the long version. Donna had a boyfriend Robbie before we were married. They were together somewhere around a month. I met him once and it made me realize that she needed someone better. I was jealous so I began to examine my jealously and I realized that I had feelings for her. It took Amy’s death for me to realize that I loved Donna. I loved her and that is why I was jealous and that was why I ached inside whenever we were apart for too long.” I began.

“Oh Josh.” C.J. mumbled.

“Anyway, I went in to work that morning needing to tell Donna about my loss. I needed her to comfort me and tell me that everything was going to be all right. But I found her in my office curled into a ball. She looked as shattered and as broken as I felt inside. When she told me it was Robbie who died, I instantly knew I would have to wait to tell her about Amy. As I comforted her she announced that she thought she was carrying Robbie’s child. I knew in that instant that I had been given the chance that I was waiting for.” I continued.

“Josh.” C.J. said softly.

“I told her that I loved her and that I wanted to be her baby’s father. I told her that I wanted to be there for both of them. I still do.” I replied softly.

“I’m gonna kill her.” C.J. muttered under her breath.

I raised my eyebrows but I didn’t pursue the matter. I couldn’t stop C.J. from being mad at Donna, when there were times I could barely stop myself. I was about to say something when I heard Sam screaming from the living room. I shrugged my shoulders and I counted to three on my fingers. When I got to three Sam appeared.

“C.J., Toby have you seen Josh? I really need to…” Sam began but stopped when he realized C.J. was talking to me and not Toby.

“Hi Sam.” I said and I gave him a little wave.

“Josh, this came for you after you left.” Sam said slowly as he waved an envelope.

I saw the envelope that he had in his hand and I knew what it was. I tried to conceal the horror I felt inside. C.J. must have caught a glimpse of that horror in my eyes because she began to yell at Sam.

“Are you stupid or something?” She asked icily.

“What did I do now?” Sam asked sheepishly.

“Do you have any idea…” C.J. began but I raised my hand up and she stopped.

“It’s not Sam’s fault.” I said gently.

“See.” Sam said as he looked over at C.J. and grinned. “What’s in here anyway?”

“Divorce papers from Donna, I assume.” I stated quietly.

The gleeful expression on Sam’s face changed to a look of sadness. I couldn’t look at either one of them so I turned and looked back out the window. I wanted to crumple the envelope up and burn its contents. But I knew that I couldn’t. Donna didn’t want to be my wife anymore. I guess I should have figured that out.

“Josh do you want to talk about this?” C.J. asked softly.

“Not right now. I need to go and think about some things.” I replied as I turned and began to leave the room.

“Do you want us to finish…” Sam began to ask, but C.J. stopped him.

“Yes he does. Sam, I have an errand to run myself. Will you tell Toby that I’ll be back later?” C.J. asked.

“Uh huh. Josh, I didn’t know what it was. I swear.” Sam stated softly.

“I know.” I replied and I went in to the other room and I got into my wheelchair.

“Do you need any help?” C.J. asked.

“I’ll manage.” I replied with a heavy sigh.

“Will you call me later if you are ready to talk?” C.J. asked.

I nodded even though we both knew that I probably wasn’t going to call. I made my way to my car and I put the wheelchair in the back seat. The divorce papers had been shoved into my book bag. I hadn’t even opened them yet. I never wanted too.

So you sailed away
In to a gray sky morning
Now I’m here to stay
Love can be so boring

Part 2

“I’m sorry that Mr. Lyman was unable to be here today but I’m sure you’ll tell him all about the good news.” Dr. Andi Alison began.

“The good news?” I asked in an unsure voice.

“Oh yes, I guess I didn’t tell you did I? You are having twins, possibly triplets.” Dr. Alison replied with a smile.

“Excuse me?” I asked in a shocked voice.

“Yup, I’d say the twins are almost three months along.” Dr. Alison stated.

“Shouldn’t I be closer to four months?” I asked in the same shocked voice.

“It’s possible, but I highly doubt it. Why was there some romantic weekend that you wanted to have done the trick?” Dr. Alison asked.

“Something like that.” I muttered.

I changed back into my clothes and as I did, I did a little math. If the doctor said that I was barely three months along that meant that I couldn’t have been pregnant with Robbie’s child. As I let that sink in for a moment it suddenly dawned on me who the father was. Josh was the father of my twins and not Robbie.

I felt a huge wave of panic come over me. The doctor had to be wrong. They never could be one hundred percent could they? I couldn’t be carrying Josh’s babies. I couldn’t be carrying Josh’s babies because I just filed for divorce.

I walked out to my car and I smacked myself on the forehead. Oh what had I done? I hadn’t talked to Josh since that fight I had with him in his office. I felt too ashamed to go visit him in the hospital. And then when he came back to work earlier this week I felt too ashamed because I wasn’t even his assistant anymore. I had forced myself out of his life.

Everyone had been really supportive of me. They hadn’t had a word about me not going to visit Josh in the hospital. Hell, I didn’t even know the full extent of his injuries. I knew that he was in a wheelchair but I had also seen him walking around with crutches. My mind just wouldn’t let me get past what I had told him. I couldn’t get past that I told him to get hit by a car.

Granted, I know I was mad. But I was mad about something really stupid. And granted I didn’t mean what I said, but how many people actually get hit by a car after someone to tells them to? I felt so immensely guilty that I even considered quitting my job.

I would quit my job but I have nowhere else to go. I’m three months pregnant, with twins no less and the people I work with are the closest thing I have to family. I can’t really go home because I don’t get along real well with my folks. They are still mad at me for allowing myself to get mixed up with Dr. Freeride, as Josh loves to refer to him as. Plus, they would hate me for divorcing the father of my babies.

I have made plenty of mistakes in my life and I’m pretty sure that this ranked right up there. I needed to talk to Josh. I needed to tell him that I was sorry and that didn’t really want the divorce. I needed to hold him and tell him that I loved him.

I started to drive to his apartment but I stopped and went back to my place. It would be pretty naïve of me to just go over to his apartment and expect him to forgive me. I knew that he sent me flowers every day, but was there another reason behind them? Did he just want me to think that he wasn’t mad at me? Knowing Josh I knew that it was probably tearing him up inside.

I went to my apartment and I saw a lot of Josh’s things. We had been living together for about a month before his accident. I picked up our wedding picture. A beautiful waterfall was in the background and we both looked so happy. I traced his image with my finger as a tear streamed down my cheek.

“I’m so sorry Josh.” I whispered.

Nothings quite the same, now
I just say your name now

I wiped the tear away and then there was a knock at my door. A smile came to my lips as I thought that it could be Josh. I looked through the peephole and I saw C.J. instead. She didn’t look very happy either. With a sigh I opened the door and I let her in.

“Hi, is there something you wanted?” I asked once I let her in.

“I think it’s about time that we had a little chat.” C.J. replied in a harsh tone.

I looked down at the floor. I felt like a little kid who had been caught doing something wrong and was about to be punished. C.J. and Josh were friends and I knew that. I knew that they all weren’t going to stand by and say nothing to me forever. C.J. was really mad and I think it was because she knew what I was doing to Josh.

“I can’t believe you could be so cruel.” C.J. began.

“Why?” I asked quietly.

“Do you know what you’re doing to him? I bet you probably do because you’ve been around him enough to know that he wears his heart out on his sleeve. I was there that day when you were so afraid that he wouldn’t be able to forgive you for what you said. I was the one who comforted you, and I told you that Josh loved you and that he would forgive you. I never dreamed that you would just stop talking to him. I never dreamed that you would let that stupid fight come between the two of you.” C.J. lashed out.

“But I told him…” I began in a trembling voice.

“I don’t care what you told him. So you told him to go get hit by a car, so what. I mean come on that’s just an expression. No one ever really means it to happen.” C.J. snapped.

“But it did happen.” I said weakly.

“Yeah, you’re right you told Josh to get hit by a car and he did. That right there should show that he is willing to do anything for you.” C.J. snapped sarcastically.

“I also said that he should’ve died the night he was shot.” I protested.

“Oh yeah I forgot about that one.” C.J. said as she rolled her eyes. “You know when he woke up in the hospital the second time his first question was about you. When we told him you weren’t there he was crushed. If he was mad at you then wouldn’t he have been joyous you weren’t there? And if he was mad at you why would he make sure you have a fresh bouquet of flowers every day?”

“I don’t know.” I said in an ashamed voice.

“The thing that gets me is that you’re what three months pregnant or more?” C.J. asked.

“Yeah.” I replied slowly.

C.J. paused to gather her thoughts and it made me remember when I announced that I was pregnant. I announced it while Josh was still in his three-day coma or whatever it was. No one was sure whether to be happy or sad because it looked like Josh wasn’t going to be around to be the father. I had told Josh that I wanted to wait and tell everyone when we could tell them all together. I bet that crushed him when he found out I told everyone. God, I’ve been a bitch, no wonder C.J. is laying into me.

“I was talking to Josh about that today and he told me something very interesting.” C.J. said as she angrily let her sentence hang.

Oh no, Josh told C.J. that I was carrying Robbie’s child. Why did he tell her? Oh and how am I going to tell him that I’m probably carrying his twins? How is he ever going to believe me? And if C.J. knows who else knows? I’m screwed and C.J. knows it.

“Don’t worry I forced the little confession out of him. You know the saddest part of this all is that he truly wanted to be the child’s father. He was all ready to be a father and you have taken that away from him too. I don’t know what you thought to accomplish by telling him that he could be the father and then just yanking that away. You know how his state of mind has been lately. I’m sure that it’s only gotten worse with your betrayal.” C.J. snapped.

“I never said that I was taking the baby away from him.” I protested.

“Oh yeah so what the divorce is just a minor technicality? Like he can really get legal visiting rights to a child that isn’t biologically his, and that isn’t even born yet.” C.J. exploded.

Tears that had been welling up in my eyes began to cascade down my cheeks. C.J. was making me out to be this horrible monster. The worst part about it all was that she was absolutely right. I had been so horrible to Josh. I deserved to be the one who got hit by the truck. I deserved to be the one who died.

“He still loves you though. Despite everything that you have put him through he still loves you. He didn’t marry you just because you were pregnant. He married you because he truly wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.” C.J. said, her voice suddenly soft and gentle.

“How can he still love me? Isn’t that why I have done the things I have? I haven’t talked to him since that day I screamed at him in his office. I have ignored him and I have asked for a divorce. I basically let him believe that I didn’t give a damn about him.” I screamed through my tears.

“I don’t know why you did the things you did. But I do know that you still care about him.” C.J. replied quietly.

I was stunned. Why did C.J. do this turnaround? I was evil, I was a bitch, and I deserved to be yelled at. Why did she suddenly try and take my side? I could tell that she was still angry with me, why didn’t she just let that anger continue to flow?

“I came here today because I was there when Josh received the divorce papers. He was trying not to show any emotion, but he couldn’t hide the pain from his eyes. Up until this afternoon I think that he still had some hope that you would forgive him.” C.J. replied as if she was reading my mind. “I was so angry at you for destroying him and I thought that we all had been silent long enough. But I realized that you were scared. You were scared of losing the man you love so you pushed him away. You pushed him away so that it would be your fault and not his.”

“I’m so sorry.” I said in a whisper.

“Do you really want the divorce?” C.J. asked as I shook my head. “Then you have to tell him that.”

“I don’t deserve him.” I moaned.

“Maybe not, but he deserves to be happy. And that month before his accident he was the happiest that I have ever seen him. He wasn’t even grumpy in the mornings.” C.J. joked.

“It was the happiest I have ever been.” I confessed.

“Then you have to find him and you have to tell him that. If you go through with this divorce than you will be losing a terrific guy. You will be losing a man who loves you with all his heart.” C.J. stated.

C.J. left a few minutes later. I felt more confused than ever. It made me again think of all the mistakes I have made in my life. I couldn’t let losing Josh be one of them. But how could he ever take me back? He would be crazy to after all I have put him through. How could I hurt someone who I loved more than anything? He was the best thing in my life. Why was I so cruel?
But it’s not so bad
You’re only the best
I ever had
You don’t want me back
You’re just the best
I ever had

Part 3

I drove away and I wasn’t exactly sure where to go. A voice in my head screamed for me to go over to Donna’s. I shoved that thought aside even though I could use the excuse that I was getting my things. Donna was the last person I wanted to see right now. I could feel an ache in my chest, an ache that only she could cause.

I hadn’t really been paying too much attention to where I was driving when suddenly I realized I was at the White House. I guess I could go and sulk in my office. No one was still here anyway. I would be unnoticed and I could get angry in peace.

I grabbed my crutches and I hobbled inside. I didn’t even bother to grab the wheelchair out. So what if I was going to exhaust myself, I didn’t really give a damn. I made it to my office in record time. Okay, record time for someone with crutches, and with an agenda on his mind. But I was also exhausted after about halfway to my office.

I made it to my office and I sank down on my couch. I had no idea what I was going to do. I pulled my bag onto the couch with me. The divorce papers were still unopened and thrown carelessly inside. Did I really want to look at them? Deciding that I had better I unzipped the bag and pulled them out.

I glanced over them, as the lawyer I had gone to school to be would look at them. The lawyer in me was saying that everything looked to be in perfect order. The husband in me was saying that this wasn’t right. I didn’t know what to do.

I went to my desk and I grabbed a picture of Donna and me. I sank back down on the couch looking at her smile. God, she was beautiful, and we looked so happy in this picture. C.J. had taken it before we were even a couple. Actually come to think of it the picture was taken the day before I was shot.

I looked at the divorce papers that I had placed on the floor and the picture in my hand. Where had everything gone so wrong? What had I done to make Donna hate me so much? I know we had a fight but was it really worth getting a divorce over? I wasn’t sure what we had even been fighting about anymore. That day was such a blur.

After a while I felt myself starting to fall asleep. I tried to fight it for a while but I decided to give in. I hadn’t been sleeping a lot lately, so I guessed that I should take any sleep that wants to come my way. I began to dream about the shooting again. I had done a lot of that lately. But this time was different; this time Donna had pulled the trigger. I jolted awake and I realized that I was breathing extremely hard. I was clutching my chest as I did that night. I also noticed that Toby was right next to me with a worried expression on his face. He looked as if he had been trying to wake me up.

“Hi.” I said as I still tried to catch my breath.

“You okay?” Toby asked slowly.

“Yeah why?” I replied even though he knew I was lying.

“I wasn’t even aware that anyone was here. I had just come back from a meeting and was on my way to paint when I heard glass shatter. I came here and I saw that you were having some sort of nightmare.” Toby stated concerned as I looked down at the floor.

I must’ve still had the picture in my hand when the nightmare started because it was shattered on the floor. Glass was lying everywhere. I checked my hands to make sure I wasn’t bleeding. I would get in so much trouble if I cut my hand again.

“I have nightmares still. The doctor said that they are normal, and can be brought on by some major emotional change.” I said quietly.

“Did something happen today?” Toby asked softly.

“Donna filed for divorce.” I said slowly.

“Oh she went through with it huh?” Toby said absently.

“You knew about this?” I asked in a shocked voice.

“She is my assistant now Josh.” Toby snapped harshly, but judging from the look on his face he didn’t mean for it to sound like that.

“I didn’t realize that she told you her innermost secrets.” I snapped back.

“Josh, I didn’t mean to find out. I just caught Donna at her desk talking to a lawyer. I overheard part of her conversation. And when I asked Donna about it later she said that she was considering it. I didn’t know you were going to get mad at me for not telling you.” Toby stated trying not to look like the bad guy.

“I’m not mad at you.” I replied weakly.

“Believe me Josh I know what you’re feeling right now. I’m a divorced man, remember?” Toby said trying to make a joke.

“How are things with C.J. going?” I asked as his face turned red.

“We were talking about you and Donna.” Toby replied as he was trying to play it off.

“I don’t know what to do Toby. I guess I’ll just sign the thing and give her what she wants.” I replied.

“Is that what you really want?” Toby asked.

“No, but this paper isn’t about what I want. If were about what I want then I wouldn’t be here talking to you right now. I would be with my wife.” I replied quietly.

“I know. Josh are you sure that your okay? I mean with everything that has happened to you lately…” Toby’s voice trailed.

“You have been spending too much time with C.J. I believe I already got this lecture two hours ago. I’ll tell you what I told her I’ve been talking to someone. I’m fine, Toby. Well, as fine I can be when the woman I love doesn’t want to be married to me anymore.” I stated.

“Wanna get drunk?” Toby asked in a way that I just had to smile about.

“I’d love too, but one of the medicines I’m taking won’t allow it.” I replied with a frown.

“You aren’t getting addicted to that stuff are you? I mean we already almost had a disaster with Leo.” Toby asked with a half-smile.

“Funny. No it’s some sort of medicine that helps my blood circulation. I dunno I barely paid attention to what my doctor said.” I commented.

“I can see that.” Toby said as he pointed to my crutches.

“Hey he never said that I couldn’t walk at all.” I replied.

“Ahhh, I see.” Toby replied.

“Anyway don’t you have to get to Sam? He is alone at the house.” I said.

“Yeah. C.J. called and said that she was on her way back over.” Toby stated and I watched his eyes light up.

“Somebody’s in love.” I teased.

“Oh yeah well, I doubt I could look as goofy as you.” Toby replied as I tried to protest. “Or have you forgotten your bouncy days? Leo wanted us to make sure you cut back on your coffee. But C.J. told him that wasn’t it.”

“My bouncy days are over.” I commented sadly.

“Have you even tried to talk to her?” He asked.

“Do I even need to justify that with a response?” I asked.

“No, talk to her. I mean physically go up to her and talk to her.” Toby commanded.

“Aye-Aye Captain.” I mocked.

“Joshua, I’m being serious about this.” Toby warned.

“Yeah I’ll get the door slammed in my face once more for good measure.” I stated angrily.

“So you are just going to let her have the divorce?” Toby asked.

“I don’t know.” I replied with a shrug.

“You love her Josh. Don’t make the same mistake I did with Andrea.” Toby stated.

“I don’t even know if she will talk to me. I don’t even know if she still cares about me. I haven’t talk to her in two months.” I said softly.

“She loves you. She drives me nuts because she is too consumed in trying to catch glimpses of you to be my assistant.” Toby offered.

“She has not been trying too spy on me.” I protested.

“Care to place a bet on that? There are security camera’s here somewhere.” Toby offered.

“So why does she suspiciously leave her desk every time I have to come talk to you?” I asked.

“Are you really that dense?” Toby asked.

“What did I do? I have sent her e-mails, I have called her, and I have sent her flowers everyday? How does her leaving her desk and me not knowing why make me dense?” I asked.

“Because she feels guilty for what she said, because she feels guilty because you got hurt, and because she’s afraid that you will hate her because she feels guilty.” Toby stated.

“I’m glad we cleared that up. Toby, I can see why your marriage lasted.” I cracked.

“She thinks that you want the divorce.” Toby clarified.

“Oh yeah I’m really acting like a man who wants a divorce.” I replied in an exasperated voice.

“Have you gone out of your way to see her? I mean have you gone and gotten your things from her apartment? Have you told her that you are making the rest of the senior staff re-model a house for her? Have you…” Toby began but interrupted him.

“So this is my fault now?” I asked.

“Yeah, couldn’t you get out of the way?” Toby asked but instantly regretted that remark.

“No, I think I have already shown my inability to get out of the way of danger.” I replied.

“Josh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. This wasn’t your fault. Just don’t give up on Donna yet. I’ll talk to her for you.” Toby offered.

“Great then she’ll just think it’s her fault even more.” I muttered under my breath.

“I heard that. I know you’re upset right now. I know that you think you have exhausted your options. But don’t you owe it to your heart to see if there is at least one more?” Toby asked.

I could only nod. Damn, he was good. He just smiled at me and left my office. That whole conversation was weird. Toby had smiled too much. He did make a couple of good points though. I should try at least once more.

I bent down and I started to clean up the glass. C.J. would kill me if she found out from the janitorial staff that there was glass on my carpet. Once I was satisfied that I had cleaned all of the glass up, I picked the picture back up.
So you stole my world
Now I’m just a phony
Remembering the girl
Leaves me down and lonely

Donna was my world. I had been so looking forward to being her baby’s father. I couldn’t just give her up. I shoved the divorce papers back into my bag. I hoped to be burning them soon. Donna wasn’t going to get rid of me that easily.
Send it in a letter
Make yourself feel better

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